43. Chapter 43

For Cheng Qinghe, this is not particularly difficult, although he has not experienced big storms, he is not so fragile that he cannot listen to the truth.

But what about her? He couldn't help but think about her reaction, aggrieved? Yet he was awake, and even though he was physically exhausted, it did not prevent him from deducing that she had come with bad intentions.

It's been a long day.

It was already completely dark, and the northwest wind whistled by, blowing his coat into a thin shell, and the cold soaked him. The treetops rustled, the road behind them was pitch black, and only the lone lamp under the eaves shone with a limited amount of light.

If he pretended not to know, behind that door was a warm room, and her smile was enough to soothe all the toil. She is so alert and knows everything about talking, but she will not let the topic go uncontrollable.

Cheng Qinghe raised his hand for the second time and knocked on the door firmly and slowly.

After entering the house, he kept looking at Xu Tao, wondering why he had never connected her with the thin little girl. That night was a night to remember for either him or her, and they fought for their respective fathers. She said that her father was a scapegoat and was going to take the blame for his father. Everyone knows that Cheng Zhongguo is selfless and doesn't even care about his own family, maybe he will go to prison, and he will be counted down by a little girl behind his back. He also regretted that he had let her misunderstand him to the end, and let her treat him as a child of the Zhao family.

Don't look at the miserable appearance of the little girl crying, it is really not a fuel-efficient lamp when she moves, and he is embarrassed to fight with the girl, and secretly suffers a lot of losses.

They were fighting in someone else's house. Fortunately, Zhao Congzhou was not there that night, otherwise as a good-tempered little fat man, he would definitely have to come out to persuade him again.

A good man doesn't fight with a woman, and a body can't keep up with his will, so he finally stops cooking. She gasped heavily, and then started crying again. He was helpless, and said some comforting words in a mess, and then he didn't know how to fall asleep, anyway, when he woke up in the morning, she was no longer there, and was probably picked up by an adult.

She said it so firmly that he secretly doubted his father. It wasn't until the verdict came down and the person at fault was sentenced that he breathed a sigh of relief, look, the law is just, and you have wronged him.

He looked for her, but he couldn't find her. He was embarrassed to ask the adult, and then slowly forgot about it, after all, he had only met once, and a good man didn't fight with a woman, so let her think.

Does she still have that idea?

He lifted his eyes.

The living room and bedroom are still as they were when they were rented, with simple wooden furniture, and almost nothing in the room except for a pot of lush daffodils. But he knew that it wasn't her reluctance, whether it was the car or other details, it betrayed her attitude towards money. She cares more about the convenience of money than the hardship of earning.

How did she get over all these years?

She was smart and capable, but what kind of life did she live before she could make money with her wisdom?

Her sleeping form was frozen in a child's bed, and even though she had left the environment, she was still curled up in a ball, her hands clasped to her chest, like a child.

His eyes fell on the things on the coffee table, all kinds of snacks, colorful magazines and books.

He asked, "Who has been here?"

"Zhao Congzhou. Xu Tao leaned on the sofa and flipped through a magazine, and said casually, suddenly thinking that he was still hungry, "The food delivered by the store is all there, and it hasn't moved yet, you can eat it casually." Cheng Qinghe picked up the lighter, lit the liquid alcohol, a small puff of flame, couldn't believe that it could heat a full pot of sour soup sea bass. He turned the lighter so that it was in the palm of his hand for a while, and then turned over, "I told you not to see him alone." โ€

"But then you changed your tune. โ€

"I don't remember. Cheng Qinghe said coldly, "He sued for those people in Hong Kong and applied for the revocation of the trusteeship, which caused a lot of trouble to the company." She replied heartlessly, "It's not your company, it's the company of those people, they are shareholders." He shook his fingers, and the lighter stopped in the palm of his hand, "I thought you and me were us." โ€

She smiled and threw the magazine aside, "What's wrong with you? โ€

Outside the long window, the north wind swept by, whining. The indoor air conditioning was very full, Xu Tao wore a wide sweater, and sat cross-legged at this time, exposing a little ankle. She looked at him calmly, as if she already knew his secret, just waiting for him to speak.

The water vapor pressed against the lid of the pot and made a slight noise. Cheng Qinghe suddenly turned around and lifted the lid of the pot, "Is he blaming the chairman?"

Xu Tao jumped off the sofa and walked to his side, "Do you classify motivation as hate? Is Zhao Congzhou that kind of person?"

He is. Cheng Qinghe snorted unconvinced, and compared his little finger to his cowardice in his heart: With Zhao Congzhou's unpleasant side knock, Cheng Qinghe and you are a puppy.

A bitterness pervaded, and he thought to himself, what was he in her eyes? In as flat a tone as possible, he opened his mouth, "I thought that we had met many years ago, and we didn't get along well that time. Now you've applied to be my deputy, and I'll do your best, and I'll get you driven away without pay. Why are you still so good to me, help me with advice, do your best, and worry about me, I haven't given you any money. โ€

"It's too late to give. Xu Tao had already expected today's arrival, but he didn't expect it to be earlier than expected. But since he had the courage to ask, she could have the courage to answer.

He scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to her, but didn't say anything.

She took it and took a sip, the sour and spicy went straight to the tip of her tongue, all the way down, dripping out all the way to the taste.

"You're good to me. โ€

He's in a trance, perhaps, from the day she pulls the quilt for him and irons his clothes, he thinks of her, naively and ridiculously takes her little sympathy as โ–กโ–ก, and stupidly proves with many things that she fell in love with him first. But until this moment, he still felt that she had him in her heart, but everyone's pursuit was different, and there were more important things in her heart than his weight.

"Why, do you think it's his fault and want to punish him?" he asked, and replied to himself, "but you can't touch him." He has been in the mall for many years, and even if the trusteeship is lifted, there is a way to grasp the power, and those employees who have not withdrawn the lawsuit will not have good fruit to eat. As if he had seen the unity of the rights defenders falling apart under the cash offensive, Cheng Qinghe shook his head, "I checked the information, and your father, as the person in charge of the scene, signed the application for the fire, and with his knowledge, he could have avoided this disaster, but he didn't, so he is the one who bears the responsibility." โ€

"First of all, the information you checked is incorrect. If you look further down, you can know that the fire ticket was opened later. Who is actually the person who issued the bill," she smiled, "I don't need to say more." Some of the insiders are still alive, including my father, who chose to keep their mouths shut because of various interests, but that doesn't mean that the fake can replace the real. โ€

"Secondly, I don't hate the chairman. It was my father's initiative to take responsibility for the accident. โ€

Cheng Qinghe was taken aback, "Why?"

"Why are you so much. A thought, because ......," her eyes flashed, "because at that time, if your father had gone in, there would not be today's Changyuan, and from the interests of the collective, the senators unanimously agreed that another person must take responsibility, and the collective will make adequate amends for it." At this time, because my father was disabled, he was regarded as a suitable object by everyone, and Zhao Gang was used as a lobbyist to persuade him to accept the collective arrangement. My father agreed for the money, so it's not so much that I hate the chairman, but that I hate it, who is it that gives them the right to decide other people's lives!"

Cheng Qinghe suddenly realized, but he didn't know what to say for a while, this kind of treatment is understandable from the perspective of maximizing interests, and even Ledong himself accepts it. From Xu Tao's point of view, it may be that her life has changed too much, causing her resentment towards Cheng Zhongguo. She said that she didn't hate the chairman, but what was the difference between hating the whole veteran members and hating Cheng Zhongguo? They are one and they are all part of Changyuan.

So - she hates Nagahara?

Cheng Qinghe was taken aback by this thought, hate to hate, what could she do? As long as Cheng Zhongguo cooperated with Hezhong and bought the employee shares, no one would be able to move Changyuan. No matter how much she can, she can't cooperate with a strong alliance.

Xu Tao put down the soup bowl, she silently hugged his waist, buried her face in his arms and listened to his heartbeat.

He hesitated for a moment and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "Don't make a fuss. Even if she jumped up and down, stirred up the relationship between the elders and Cheng Zhongguo, and instigated the employees to oppose Cheng Zhongguo, she couldn't move the foundation of Changyuan. "I'll go with you. โ€

She chuckled, "You gave up?"

He was a little confused, he wanted to give up, what about regaining control of Changyuan? It was too big, and if he wanted to control it, he had to spend more energy, and he had a lot of wants in life besides this. From the time he was a child, Cheng Zhongguo, every elder taught him to become a part of Changyuan in the future and build Changyuan. He has tried, and the result of continuing to "try" may not be what they want.

Her words were surprisingly calm, "But I won't. After all these years, it has not changed, but it is more โ–กโ–ก than before, and there is no hope in sight. I like you, but this liking doesn't outweigh the disgust for it, and I won't give it up for you. โ€

His heart seemed to have been hit hard, but his waist straightened up.

She remembered the first time she met many years later, he was young and handsome in front of him, and he was scarred after him. But no matter what, the more important thing in her life has never been feelings.

"I'm sorry. She said, "I can't." โ€

He let go of her gently, took her wrists, gently pulled her hands away, and walked out stiffly but straight.

The dishes on the table just moved, and the flames made a faint beep.

She looked at it expressionlessly, reached out and flicked the damper, and the flame shook twice and went out.